To give birth is a fearsome thing; there is no hating the child one has borne even when injured by it.
Love is like ice in the hands of children.
Fortune raises up and fortune brings low both the man who fares well and the one who fares badly; and there is no prophet of the future for mortal men.
To err from the right path is common to mankind.
Fortune never helps the fainthearted.
But the power of destiny is something awesome; neither wealth, nor Ares, nor a tower, nor dark-hulled ships might escape it.